Ben DuBois

Ben DuBois Feb 2012

Tear and bind
Tear and bind
We always find a way to
Tear apart what we have
And bind it back
Like nothing happened
It’s a recurring theme

Sometimes you just push away
Rip me to shreds
Flood my eyes.
It always ends the same,
Together like glue.

How long can we hold on
To this, what we have here?
How long can we keep
What we have here
If all we do is tear and bind?

Everything must change
If we expect to keep
What we have here.

**- Summer 2011

This is the 1st of 12 poems I have written about my own personal relationship frustrations.

Ben DuBois Feb 2012

Dwindling Fan Base (Growing Enemies)

How can you look at yourself in the mirror
And say you’re beautiful?
When all you do is ***** and moan,
Mock the “ugly?”
How can you look at yourself in the mirror
And say you’re beautiful
Is this honestly what you see?

Be honest with yourself now
What is there to gain
In bringing us down?
I may be ugly
But I sure as hell ain’t joining you
If that’s how beauty is defined
Think of all you say…
Now all you do.
Do you really think you’re better?

Your fan base is dwindling
And your enemies growing
I may be ugly, but I sure as hell ain’t joining you
If that’s how beauty is defined

Be honest with yourself
Do you like what you see
When you look in the mirror?

**- Early 2011

This poem is pretty much about bullies or people that just think they're better than everyone else and how typically, people talk down upon others because they're insecure about themselves.

Ben DuBois Feb 2012

The River

Just sittin’ by a river
It’s so calm and peaceful
No one to hear
No one to see

Just sittin’ by a river
The sound of rushing water
Soothing all the senses
Not a care in the world
A childhood brought to reality

I could sit here for hours
Just watching the water rush by
As I sit by a river
Not a care in the world

**- Spring 2010

This is one of the first poems I ever wrote. I wrote this while sitting on the river that is near my house. Pretty self explanatory.

Ben DuBois Feb 2012

Fading

All my life I was told
The way, the truth, the light
Was the way to salvation
It’s all I knew
It’s all I thought

Time has passed
Thoughts have changed
Is this all a lie?
What I’ve been told my whole life?
What I’ve believed my whole life?

From what I hear
I may simply be wrong
But I believe, I believe
It loosens, it tightens
The hold is there, losing grip

Is it all a lie?
The way, the truth, the light
It saddens me to think
“Is it all a lie?”
What’s the truth
If there is none?

It loosens it tightens
The hold is there, losing grip
I still believe
Oh Lord, tell me it’s all true.

**- Summer 2011

I wrote this poem last summer when I was questioning my own religious beliefs. This is pretty much what came out of that. It's one of my favorite poems I've ever written personally and I hope you all like it as well.

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